As he steps off the plane there is only one thought racing through his already overheated imagination... "are her lips as soft and moist as they look in the photo and on camera?"  Those lips, those lips that he could only imagine kissing until now. The walk up the ramp to the terminal seems like an endless tunnel, one final obstacle to overcome before the object of his lust is finally visible to him without the aid of camera and computer. She would be within his grasp. He would be able to reach out and touch her flesh in just a few moments. The thought of her, the warmth of her touch, the heat... the heat!  Suddenly, his mind still lost in the daydream, he realizes that his cock has begun straining against the inside of his jeans and that people are beginning to stare. He notices a couple to his left, the man looking in disgust and turning the woman's head in the other direction, but not before she gets a good long look and flashes an excited wink and a "hmmmmm" from her lips in his direction. He turns quickly to his right, half in embarrassment and trying to hide the now huge bulge, he bumps the armrest of a chair in the waiting area. He looks down to apologize... and there she is... his goddess... his desire... the object of his lustful fantasies. She is eye level with the rock hard and protruding muscle now screaming to be set free from its denim cage. Her soft moist lips curl into a sly grin as she eyes the straining zipper of his jeans. She looks up at him, and places her hand on the inside of his thigh just below the bulge of his balls... "Penny for your thoughts, Master!", she half whispers and half moans... (more? let me know)

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